"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand, shadowless like silence listening
To silence."
Thomas Hood.

"The sweet calm sunshine of October now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold"
William Cullen Bryant.
"The scarlet of maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
to see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills.
William Bliss Carman.
"The gilding of the Indian summer mellowed the pastures far and wide,
The russet woods stood ripe to be stripped, but were yet full of leaf.
The purple of heath bloom, faded but not withered, tinged the hills....
Fieldhead gardens bore the seal of gentle decay;....its time of flowers and
even of fruit was over.
Charlotte Bronte.